September 2010


After running what my future daughter-in-law called a Wedding Invitation Sweatshop, they are finished and put into the mailbox!

Older Son and herself designed the invitation.  The curly florets are the same design that is on her wedding dress.

I created the insert cards.

Younger Son helped us with a lot of computer work, trying to get them all to the edges of the paper so there wouldn’t be so much cutting.

My husband ran the paper cutter.

Daughter-in-Law’s friends came to address and stamp them all.

We spent $100 on stamps!



It doesn’t take much to excite us around here, as I’ve mentioned before (carwash story). 

Yesterday a very large garden spider took up residence on the screen door, and he was interesting to see. 

But he had other things in mind.  Today he was dead.


He is hanging on a long strand of web, so every time we open the patio screen, his withered body careens back and forth and ALMOST GETS US.

Experience it yourself with this video:


I never thought we would own a car that looks so much like everyone else’s–but we’re skinflints, and we always buy whatever color is available.  Silver it is, this time around.

I have been known to try my key in cars that are an entirely different model than the one we own, and now that we’re dealing with silver, I’ve been completely overwhelmed–especially if I don’t pay attention to where I park the car before I go into the store (which is usually the case).

At first I tried the “college parking permit” method of finding my car.  But you need to look through the front windshield to see it; I conjure up a hilarious picture of myself peeeering into the fronts of all the cars in the parking lot….

Then I just left a pillow in the back window, and actually, that works pretty well, except that I still have to approach fairly close before I can see it.

But now I’m “pleased as Punch”, because I bought an antennae topper that completely suits my personality and that helps me find the car:

If you see one of these around town, feel free to leave a note for me on the windshield, and say “Greetings, Chickadeefeeder!”


Some have asked me to tell my feelings about finishing 17 years of homeschooling and then having one son leave home for far-away Florida while the other son commutes to college every day.  Here are random thoughts I’ve had in the last few months:

*     A friend told me there will be so many exciting opportunities of new things I can try and do, and that I should welcome this new phase of my life!  I thought about it for a few months and decided no.  I really like the phase of life I had.

*     In July, my cousins (who have 2 children the same age as mine) mentioned they might drive over to their daughter’s place and watch fireworks from her front porch.  I looked at them and thought with horror, “How CAN they stand it?  Living all alone in their house without their children??”

*     The day after arriving home from leaving my oldest in Florida, someone publicly made a big deal about how different I am from themselves, free and easy at last, living it up!  I was hurting inside so much, but there is no sympathy for those who are free.

*     Sometimes, I feel like an old woman, a nursing home woman, who has no purpose and who is no longer needed.  Because most of my friends were homeschoolers, the phone no longer rings, I am forgotten, and promises once made to include me in the future are broken.

*     As a Christian, my focus has always been on others, as it should be.  Sometimes I’m now wondering if there must indeed be times when it needs to be “the dwarves for the dwarves”  (as in C.S. Lewis, or is it Tolkien?) and if I don’t look out for myself–well, nobody else is.

*     I saw a mother pushing a cart in the store parking lot, with her 3-year-old son trying to help with all his tiny might.  It reminded me of how my oldest son used to be; I had to stop the car and cry.

*     My husband and I have talked about how difficult losing a parent is, and how nobody really talks about it much.  It happens to everybody, and everyone else is genuinely sympathetic, but at the same time, it seems a part of life that you have to go through mostly by yourself.  I am thinking it must be this way for an “empty nest” woman too.

*     Maybe it’s because the hurt is sometimes so deep that it can’t be talked about.

I don’t always feel this way, but sometimes I do.  On the other hand, I’m still just as busy as I ever was, and I’m still waiting for ALL THAT FREE TIME I’m supposed to get now.  The promise of it does feel exciting!  My future daughter-in-law moved in a few days after my son moved out, and while we’re shy with each other, I am included in the plans for the wedding, which will happen at the end of December.  I am teaching a speech class locally once a week, have plenty of historical balls to plan for, and homemade soap to make.

And plenty of blog writing to catch up with, now that I’ve gotten this out of the way!